Peanut Butter
Those who really know me are aware that I am extremely picky about what I eat. I only get burgers plain with cheese only. I don't like cooked veggies save mashed potatoes and corn on the cob. I don't like any candy or ice cream with nuts in them.
My friend, Chad, constantly bombards me with harassment because I hate mustard. For the record, I feel that mustard is equal to sour milk mixed with rotten eggs. I think that is a normal dislike.
I found out tonight that my friend, Desmond, doesn't like peanut butter. Now that's not normal. I think spinach is a normal dislike, but not peanut butter.
Now, in learning this odd thing about Des, a thought came to me. How we feel about so many things in life is based simply on disposition or as the British say, "the things we fancy." The only thing that we can hold as a commonality or a steady constant compass to "guide" disposition is the Word of God.
Des, I still like you even though you don't like peanut butter. Look on the bright side, you fancy cheese.
Just thought I would share this little thought. Good night.
Wayne
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11:29 PM
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